I’ve been fighting with a painting for several months.  I started it at my old house, and for some reason, I couldn’t do anything with it. 

Today I talked it over with my dog, and decided to attack it.  Paintings are usually not this much work!  We’re still not seeing eye to eye, but it has changed a lot today. 

I eventually took it off the easel and started a new one. I’ll return to it later. 

I can’t force paintings.

Sometimes I struggle for a long time, then one day out of the blue, I revisit it and find the solution to be simple. 

I’m in no hurry. 

It can be hard, and I can wrestle with it. I was given a permission slip today.